Seven Micro - Best Quotes Appreciation
My tears that had been accumulating for four years broke the bank in the flickering figure of your passing.
Years later I keep thinking, if this thought hadn't flashed through my mind in the first place, wouldn't all that have happened since then?
Her stunning face, which was smiling slightly, was full of sadness.
The afternoon sunlight lightly sprinkled on the green stone road, the old ladies moved the bench sitting in front of the house sunbathing, gossip, occasionally there are vendors pushing tricycles shaking bells yelling through.
We were all too late to make any choices or back off.
I often remember in the coldest winter in the south, that year you suddenly showed me that bright as the sun smile.
Some people, probably because of each other's silence, so ultimately can only miss.
After many years, when I can't remember your appearance in the mist of Shaoguang, but I clearly remember the dusk of the smoky haze spread over the sky, swarms of colorful butterflies around you and me, for us to dance a gorgeous to the bewildering round dance.
Arrived at the time, it was evening, the sky of the sunset is dense into a gorgeous haze, faintly reflected down, and thousands of colorful butterflies will be in the sky under the haze dancing around me and his side, for us to dance a gorgeous to the disorientation of the round dance.
I was just too late to tell you, and I never had the chance to say that to you.
I love you.
You have someone you want to protect, and I, too.
She loved him like that for ten years, but because of her timidity and low self-esteem, she was never able to say it, and now that she's finally carved herself into the one he loves, he's, well, I've never thought of her as a sister, a best friend.
And those summer light years related to you, just as I put a conch in my ear, listening to it ringing a distant and ancient song.
If love is the will, and vulgar life is the will, and the will is full of warring, how are we to bear the weight of love?
Fifteen-year-old Ji Yimo, who was unaware of the feeling in his heart of wishing that the street could be longer and longer is the initial love of his life, and carved bones after such as years.
The eighteen-year-old Ji Yimo, thought love can bring infinite power, big enough to make him throw away everything with his beloved girl far away; but in front of the reality, he suddenly found that his love is how tiny, tiny to even the father's slap can not bear.
He took a week's vacation and brought Ruan Jin in Suzhou city to wander idly, during the day they walked through the streets to find authentic food, all the way to eat the past, and tour the large and small gardens, her favorite Canglang Pavilion. At night they went to Shantang Street to listen to the commentary, in the bright lights, walking along the river.
In front of love, I am still selfish, but who is not?
The memories are the moonlight that can't be grasped, and when you hold on to them, they turn black.
Without warning, my heart suddenly hit hard. I thought the time back so long, I have put those old things all away, but in such a sun-dappled autumn afternoon, the heart regenerated ripples.
The master said that the most clever thief is to let the other person come over and throw himself into the net.
I slowly crouched down holding onto the cold wall of the corridor and cried bitterly. In a trance, as if I saw a dozen years ago, the beautiful woman in a black coat squatted in front of me and said, "You're a young man, but you're so sharp, come with me, okay?
Let all the secrets be silenced into a silent stage play.
And if we could rewind to the moment we first met, the moment I reached out to him, I would not have intentionally left a hole for him to grab. Then, I would not have brought him the scars.
Gu Zihang, who was slightly nervous and looking forward to this trip, missed his appointment with me in the end. The first time I saw him, I was in the middle of the night, and he was in the middle of the night, and he was in the middle of the night.
I sit on the steps in front of the square every day, I love to listen to the old man not far from me singing, he sings the same love song in Tibetan every day, rain or shine. If at this time, you pass by him, please do not disturb, as I sit down and listen quietly, perhaps you do not understand what he is singing, it does not matter, the sad and deep melody is enough to hit the heart.
That January, I turned all of the containers myself, not for the sake of supremacy, but just to touch your fingerprints.
That year, I bowed my long head and embraced the dust, not for pilgrimage, but just to cling to your warmth.
That year, I turned to the mountain and the water and the stupa, not to repair the next life, but only to meet you on the way.
People who have been in the world for a long time have been able to find a way to get to the top of the list of the most important things in the world.
My joy can only be buried in the depths of my heart, stopping at the lips and teeth, can not see the light.
Love is hope or destruction, in fact, only one step away.
One person's fulfillment is better than three people's pain.
At this time, the night is already very deep, the wind of the summer is blowing freely, Narey took me up to that fairy tale castle-like beige and white building - Fisherman's Bastion on. Standing here, you can get a bird's-eye view of the whole of Budapest's stunning scenery.
At this time, outside the window, spring is very thick, the courtyard is full of flowers, fragrant, I threw my body into a rocking chair, slightly closed my eyes, as if I saw the blonde boy sitting in front of the piano, fingers jumping, then there is a moving sound of music slowly flow out.
If there really is an afterlife, I pray that we can meet in each other's most pure and beautiful time, even words should be abandoned, between you and me, there is only a clean silence, and existence. The original oath is used to chain the restless heart, but finally chained into the void.
Their smiles in the past became the ambush, and the truth is always so burning.
These are the most important things that you can do to make your life easier.
You didn't see, in the darkness of the night, my tears behind you, fell all over the place.
You once said that some people, once you fall in love, are like opium, hard to quit. The first thing you need to know is that you can't get rid of it.
Suddenly understand, a woman, get more, still can't prove that you are a happy person; but a woman and then poor, to the age of 40, 50 years old there is a man regardless of the spring, summer, fall and winter willing to stretch out his arm to you as a pillow, then, you are a very happy woman.
We were originally two worlds of people, at a certain moment, I thought I could get close, but in the end, belonging to our little love song only had time to sing half, but suddenly came to an abrupt end. The time is easy to change the habit, but the wind can not erode has been y hidden memory.
Sometimes we don't have a choice.
I thought, in the time past so long, see you again, I can calmly walk to you in front of, gently greeted a how are you? But at this moment, the heart still hurts hard, that was buried in the bottom of the heart of the past surging to.